Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
the Association,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.